Suicide Poetry/Quotes/Depression/Anxiety

Darkness R.M

I hear the floor creaking

The way you came to my room 

You knew I didn't want you 

But you gave me comfort

When other people didn't 

You screamed at me

Calling me names 

You wanted me to die 

You were afraid I would leave you

Yet I continued my life 

Pretending you weren't there

-R.M